When you’re having dinner for one, the entire restaurant knows, including the doe-eyed waiter who wears his pity on his sleeves. When you’re writing for an audience and only one person shows up, nobody really knows, unless you write a blog post about it.
But here’s the thing. I write because I want to. I have to. I need to. Sometimes I write really well. Sometimes my command of the English language is embarrassing (or at least it should be.)
I write anyway.